Chapter 1105? For the Centaurs!

Hogwarts, on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, bucktoothed Marcus Flint stares into the Forbidden Forest with his bloodshot gray eyes, a breeze blowing his hair.

The light in the Forbidden Forest was dim, and there was silence. Marcus opened his legs and rushed in quickly. After walking for a while, he came to a fork in the road. He was panting heavily, although it was not his first time coming here. But the environment around him still looked similar, so he took out a rough marked map and pointed it with his wand, then fixed his eyes on it and continued to walk for a while in the direction indicated by the map, crossing a moss-covered map. There are fresh tree stumps, and the sound of gurgling water can be heard.

Marcus stood still and straightened his clothes. At this time, a horse man jumped out from behind the oak tree in the lower ear with a spear. He had black hair and a dark body, and he looked rough.

"Bain, I'm so glad to see you again." Marcus heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the centaur who had been familiar with him before, "Bain, I have something important to see the leader Matilda, Is the Chief free today?"

"Marcus...you know the chief won't like your style." Baine raised his head, scratched his thick black hair, and stayed on his head stiffly for a while, habitually looking up at the sky , "Now there is no star to guide me, you follow me."

"I brought new news." Marcus followed Bain, looking at Bain's swaying ponytail, Marcus secretly spat: "Idiot, what are the stars in the daytime now?" You can't get a straightforward answer from these damned centaurs—and Bane started to be very bad to wizards, but after Marcus sent a few bottles of wine and complimented the centaurs on their strength, at least he didn't If I want to meet again, I will drive him out.

Bane easily jumped over a bush. Marcus flicked his wand left and right, struggling to open the way with spells. Hearing the sound from the arena outside the Forbidden Forest, he said with some difficulty: "Hogwarts Now it is really noisy after the expansion, and it will not be easy for the horse people to want to be quiet in the future.”

Bane shook his mane, his voice was a little stiff, and he glared at Marcus: "Humans are quite noisy."

Marcus bared his teeth, the tone sounded really forced, but then he happily thought that this might also mean that the centaur must have had a grudge against Hogwarts in his heart. Under the leadership of the horsemen, they bypassed several hills and crossed several bushes, and they came to the silver star lake.

Matilda was standing by the star lake, and when she heard the movement behind her, she turned around, her deep and charming eyes fixed on Marcus, and the centaur chief seemed to be more powerful—it wasn’t that Something in the flesh changes people's senses.

Marcus leaned forward slightly, "Dear Chief, the last time we met was before school started... I don't know what further impact Hogwarts has had on the centaurs recently, as we said last time, if there is need…."

"Thank you for your concern for our centaur...Mr. Flint, the stars tell me that everything has its own laws and nothing can be stopped." Matilda's horse body was shining with maroon, and her noble head was raised gracefully.

"Chief Matilda, the entire Hogwarts is already suffocatingly noisy today, and the tranquility of this star lake will be broken sooner or later... I entered the Forbidden Forest this time, just like I said in the previous warning to you The same as the one..." Marcus took a few steps forward, showing his big teeth, "Alan Harris still ignored the fact that the Forbidden Forest belongs to the centaurs, and moved the dragon farm to Hogwarts..." Ma According to the plan, Kus explained the possible impact of the Hogwarts expansion and expansion on the centaurs that they had summarized in their meeting discussions.

"Currently Hogwarts has also given us a lot of subsidies for the expansion.

Matilda flicked her sorrel ponytail, "Principal Harris also made a special trip to explain to us centaurs. "

"Great chief! This is for him to paralyze you!" Marcus was a little impatient when he heard that Hogwarts had subsidized him. It's the fight against the ignorant officials of the Ministry of Magic? I think the pride of the centaur, let alone whether most wizards can't see the centaur, and whether Hogwarts will continue this kind of subsidy...you could have Live a self-sufficient life without waiting for charity from others!"

"Mr. Flint, it seems that you respect the customs of our centaur." Matilda didn't move her horse, and let her human form face Marcus, "So, do you have any suggestions for this? "

"Just like the attitude I exposed before! Many of our families are also very disgusted with Harris's various outrageous behaviors. I think we have to support you in the matter of the horses." Marcus said righteously Let the buck-toothed mouth open and close, "If you can stand up and fight and fully express your wishes, with this premise, we other wizards can justifiably and openly support and support you!"

Matilda looked hesitant, and then became unmoved: "Mr. Flint, as you said before, we centaurs are beasts. In theory, we don't have much in the wizarding world." power and have no right to fight.”

"In normal times, we didn't make any big noises, but Chief, you may not be aware that Hogwarts is currently holding an international event. Many internationally renowned wizards are present, and TV stations are broadcasting it live..." Ma Cus's treacherous gray eyes raised slightly, "I suggest that the horse people can take advantage of this rare opportunity, go to the scene now, and publicly report the unfair treatment they received..."

Matilda shook her head, her golden-red beard fluttered in front of the fierce moon, and she said in embarrassment, "I don't know how to do it...the horsemen of all ages have never sat in such a thing."

"Chief, you have been hesitating for a long time. Look at the current situation. The warnings I gave you at the beginning have become reality one by one. If today, if you don't do it today, you will have no chance to do it in the future." I can only be eaten away by Hogwarts step by step, and I have completely taught my own destiny to the other party, and I hope that the other party will continue to show kindness to you, so I have completely taught my own destiny to the other party," Marcus said. The messy black hair made him look even more gloomy at this time, "The protest itself is not difficult, I personally suggest that you can show the necessary force when the time is right..." As if he said too much and was afraid of the suspicion of the centaurs, Marcus added Said, "Of course, don't hurt people, or you will be very passive... But those buildings that bring you trouble, I think setting fire to a few buildings will help you draw the attention of the wizards and let them know the seriousness of the matter... All this It's all for the horsemen!"

Matilda's deep eyes swept over Marcus, he raised his front legs, and let out a long hiss. The surrounding centaurs of different sizes and mane colors rushed towards him immediately: "Boss?"

Matilda solemnly announced the order: "People, now, under the gaze of the goddess, take up arms!"

Seeing the horsemen of Deling running towards their home one after another, just like when they arrived, Marcus was ecstatic in his heart, his lower lip covered his upper lip with joy, his face almost turned into a lump, He didn't notice the strangeness in the chief's lines at all.

After these centaurs ran out of their respective tents again, Marcus's heart skipped a beat. Different from the expected inherent image of the centaurs holding wooden handle spears and restraining bows and arrows without wearing clothes, now these centaurs They are all equipped with special armor that seems to be specially customized for the horse figure.

Even civilians and ponies who are not tribal warriors wear black leather armor, and the centaur hunters who usually hunt, now wear black armor on their bodies and horses, which will not reflect light under the moonlight at night. The metal chain armor, while the taller tribal warriors like Bane who are responsible for patrolling the tribe, wear a heavier metal breastplate-he is also waving a noose in his hand, which makes the The centaur looked to Marcus in a way like the American Muggle cowboy he'd seen on wizarding television.

On the contrary, the weapons in the hands of all the horsemen are relatively uniform. The wooden-handled spears in the past have now become all-metal spears. A saber is hung on each side of the waist of the human figure, and there are carved talismans on the horse's back. Wen's bow and arrows and some messy equipment.

As they approached, Marcus, who had already realized that the opponent was heavily armed, saw the umbrella logo on the armor and weapons clearly, and without saying a word, Marcus immediately reached out and wanted to take out his wand, wanting to Apparate out of here - this Slytherin, who had stayed a grade at Hogwarts, couldn't teleport without a wand.

But the centaur, who had been prepared for a long time, reacted faster than him. Bane swung the noose a few times, threw it out suddenly, and accurately caught Marcus under the shoulder, and then pulled him down to the ground. The noose tightened even more after doing this set of movements.

And with the sound of horseshoes, another centaur wearing a breastplate, Ronan, took the opportunity to pull out a throwing net from his horse and threw it over. It completely wrapped around Marcus's head, and then cooperated with the tacit two actions. One of the centaurs cut off Marcus's wand-holding right hand with a horseshoe, while the other smashed his wand to pieces with a spear.

Marcus, whose upper half of his body was covered by the net, couldn't make a sound, but he saw the centaur chief wearing the armor that the centaur could not wear alone under the service of other subordinates. .

"You need to be punished for making mistakes, and the goddess will let you suffer the consequences." Matilda put a horn helmet on her head, and he made a sound at this time, "Mr. Marcus, we are going to the venue now, but we are I went to report your crimes—all your conversations just now have been recorded by the monitoring equipment invented by your wizards that I agreed to install in our tribe... Clansmen, let’s go, for the centaurs! For Hogwarts Ci! For the Goddess!"

After finishing speaking, regardless of Marcus' shock, fear and struggle, the centaur patriarch took the lead and rushed towards Hogwarts, and his centaurs also screamed strangely and started to run wildly behind.

The same is true for Bane. He didn't let the two-legged wizard ride on his back like other centaur compatriots did to the little wizards. Instead, he directly dragged Marcus on the ground by the noose and moved forward with him. The high temperature caused by the rapid friction on the ground and the pain caused by being hit by stones and scratches by bushes made Marcus groan in pain in the grid—and Ma, who usually advocates peace and is more friendly to wizards, Man obviously doesn't make any sense of that either.

Marcus, who was being dragged so quickly, couldn't even feel regretful now. He only felt the piercing pain coming from all over his body: his cheek was severely scratched by the net and the ground, and his limbs were exposed His skin has been scraped bloody by thorns, grass, and stones. And being dragged away by violence like this, he was already in a coma and he didn't know how long it would last. The only remaining soberness told him that the distance between the arena and the centaur tribe was not short.

But in fact, the dragging stopped much faster than he imagined. Baine stopped before he was dragged too far. To be exact, all the centaurs stopped, and they looked at each other in surprise At the moment when Marcus came to him with more pain after stopping, only a moment later than the horsemen, he clearly felt the reason.

The magic power contained in the surrounding air skyrocketed, and Hogwarts, which was originally covered by a high concentration of magic power, was now covered by a huge, primitive, pure magic power.